'For a long time I'd been convinced that I occupied a remote and unusual part of the world. Suddenly I wasn't so sure.'
Living in a house made entirely of tin, on a great flat plain, far from any neighbour, with the wind for company: what could be better? Then, if a female acquaintance should arrive, make her intentions clear, make her mark, make a home, make some rules: what to do? Your nearest neighbours choose to move on, to move away; when they return, they're on a mission: do you follow in their footsteps? What is to be gained? What is to be lost?
Magnus Mills, in this his third novel, has produced another singular, wry and uncanny tale - of civilisation and discontent, of community and solitude, of domesticity and adventure, of leaders and followers.